Scott and I often wonder what the girls' futures hold.
When Claire studies how something fits together, we say she's going to be an engineer.
When Grace squeals at the sight of our dog Izzy, we say she's going to be a veterinarian.
When Claire plows through a tower of blocks, we say she will grow up to work in construction or the demolition derby.
And when Grace sat down at the piano and very intently played it, we said "Yep. She's gonna be a band geek."
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